So, MIB3, the plot: a really gross alien dude comes back to Earth and decides to go back in time to try to kill Agent K (Tommy Lee Jones), Agent J (Will Smith) goes back in time himself to stop the alien and save Agent K, and then there’s a really ridiculous scene involving the need to climb up to the top of Apollo 11 and stick a MacGuffin on it (because, yeah, that’ll be no problem, what with the lack of people paying attention to the MOON LAUNCH), followed by a touching moment involving the history of Agents J and K. WHICH, was actually sort of ridiculous as well (“Hey, my dad’s dead over there in the sand, but you seem nice, so let’s go for a walk on the beach!”), but it was also kind of sweet so whatever, I’ll let it go.
And that thar up there is pretty much all there is to say about this film. I really enjoyed both the first and the second Men in Black films, and this one was just kind of. . . doot dee doo yawnface. I laughed maybe twice, chuckled about as many times, and tried not to doze off in the middle. A bit disappointing.
That said, there’s a reason why critics kept raving about Josh Brolin’s Tommy Lee Jones impersonation (he plays the young Agent K) and that reason is that it is SPOT-ON PERFECTION. Brolin makes this movie worth a rental, and I always enjoy both Will Smith and TLJ (obviously, since both are former BotWs), too. The problem was, I kept picturing the meeting in which this film’s storyline was thought up, and I have a feeling that meeting went like this:
Writer: Have you guys seen Josh Brolin? Don’t you think he’d make a really great younger version of Tommy Lee Jones?
Director: Yes! He’d be fantastic! But HOW?
Writer: Let’s see, what has Tommy been in that made a shit-ton of money?
Producer: Hmmm, well, Men in Black leaps right to mind.
Writer: PERFECT! Only we’ll need a plot — it can’t just be a movie about Josh Brolin doing a really good impersonation of Tommy Lee Jones, after all.
Director: Why the hell not? What’re you, new or something?
Writer: Ha ha, you’re right! I don’t know what I was thinking. [scribbles on napkins for about 20 minutes] HERE! DONE!
Producer: It’s perfect! Good job, kid! Here’s a bazillion dollars!
So, you know. Four bucks (rental fee) is a reasonable amount to pay for a 90-minute Josh Brolin impersonation of Tommy Lee Jones, I say. And heck, it could’ve been worse, after all: it could’ve been Prometheus! (My review of that, by the way, is coming soon!)